I'm still smokin', driftin', swiffin' the motherfucker, twist it off a cup of that ol' ignant juice, heater in the cedar, cup full of drain, beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank, bulletproof vest on my chest for the cars, dick in my drawers for the motherfuckin' laws, harassin' a nigga, I'm blastin' a nigga, I ain't seen shit so why y'all askin' a nigga? I'm too fucked up off that G.I. in juice, C.I. get loose, nigga, what y'all wanna do? I got a crew but I choose to roll solo, especially on Sundays, dippin' in my Lolo, convertible top, spot for the Glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen, dawg, so toss out the salt and pop, buck my shit on three wheels for thrills, I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's Rick Rollin' down the street with heat, drinkin' trees, sittin' on D's, top roll back so I can feel the breeze, never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street with heat, drinkin' trees, sittin' on D's, top roll back so I can feel the breeze, never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies I'm trippin', I'm on Interstate 10, fuckin' with this Creos, she say she know Nino, that Storino, a cup of that gin and juice, I blank a bitch out, then turn the bitch out, look here, ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time, see I picked you up, now I'ma stick you up and dick you up, and give you what you need, and then bring you back down to reality with that California weed, she seen trouble at first, and then it got worse, cause now I got my hand up and down her miniskirt, twerkin' that shit, while I'm ridin' up the highway, doin' it my way, the hella highway, the flyway, yeah, swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain, and baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain, ain't no stain cause she swallowed it up, then she went to take a puff, I said look here bitch, you done had enough Rollin' down the street with heat, drinkin' trees, sittin' on D's, top roll back so I can feel the breeze, never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street with heat, drinkin' trees, sittin' on D's, top roll back so I can feel the breeze, never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Say I wanna get fucked up, say why, say why, come on, now, everybody say I wanna get fucked up, what you say, what you say, yeah, hmm, I'm popped by the ice cream shop, the cop saw me, saw me, you heard me, what serve B, nigga what serve me, since you got that big bad ass dank, nigga you know I'm known for havin' that big ass bank, tryin' to buy all your dope, cause I'm a smoker, I find that endo weed, even when I'm on the east coast Times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to lose, buyin' a set for that bank Yo, my lil' Jimmy send me somethin', I need to cop somethin', I know you got somethin', nigga stop frontin', get at your boy, cook me up like masterpiece, boy it be a tragedy, you feel me, the best way to check it Rollin' down the street, with heat, drankin' trees, sittin' on these, time to pull back so I can feel the breeze, never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street, with heat, drankin' trees, sittin' on these, time to pull back so I can feel the breeze, never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies P-H-T-R-A-Y-M-A-R-K